Chapter Thirty-Three: Yes, That Lydia

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY!" Beetle shouted in Trixy's face, his inside feeling like they were on fire with rage.

"Isn't that the name of that little breather ya tried to marry a long time ago? The one ya hate so much? That who your seein' out there in the breatherworld?" Trixy rapid-fired questions at him like a gatling gun to the balls.

"Look, I dunno what the FUCK ya think ya heard in there, but whatever it is, you've probably got shit twisted like ya always do!" he seethed, ready to juice her ass to Saturn if he had to.

"Oh, I didn't twist anything, Juicey. You do enough of that yourself!" she scoffed, smacking her gum. "If ya wanna keep secrets, it's best not to go behind your girlfriend's back and screw somebody within earshot of the whole club!"

Beetle sighed, ready to be a really bad prick, if need be, but he somehow withheld. "Look. Whaddaya want from me?"

"I want to let Bessy know who you REALLY are." Trixy spat, walking up to him and yanking on his tie enough to choke him a bit. He angrily slapped the crazy bitch's hand away.

"She already knows, ya fuckin' harpy!" he yelled, trying to sidestep her, but was unfortunately blocked. "Why the fuck do ya even care, Trixy?" he panicked, throwing his hands up. The last thing his enemy needed to know about was a stupid, meaningless, slip up that usually got held in during sex but somehow didn't this time because he was a fucking idiot. It wasn't like it even meant anything, because it didn't. So, what, Deetz was nice to look at. So was ass and tits in general. Didn't mean he FELT anything, cause he fucking DIDN'T. NEVER FUCKING EVER!

"Because she said she cared about you. Sound familiar, Juice? Figured I'd give her a heads up about that Romeo act you do. See? I was right. She didn't believe me. I knew you'd be back here bangin' one of my girls while Bessy's out there all alone! That ring a bell, dipshit?!" Trixy seethed, pushing him hard.

"Fuck, I'm sorry I did that shit, but I told ya I was drunk when it happened. You did the same shit yourself." he retaliated, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Only AFTER you had sex with Diamond. I did care, you asshole. Did I wanna be with you forever? Maybe once. But it's a one and done with me, Juice. You had your chance. We could've been like dead Bonnie and Clyde."

"Pretty sure they are dead now." he grunted bitterly.

"Fuck off. You know what I mean. You fucked us up. You fucked that little Lydia chick you love so much up too. You told me the story. You tricked her. You used those ghost parents against her! Remember? I hope whatever's goin' on with her, she dumps your ass, too! Then you'll be that dumb, single, pathetic fucker just like you wanted!" she spewed her venom, and he thought his head was going to fucking explode. Trixy then turned and clacked her way out of the corridor and into the club, obviously heading for Lydia herself.

"You'd better not..." he growled from behind her, trying to grab her by the arm and stop her.

...

Lydia warily left the bathroom, making sure no one figured out she was an actual warm, living, pissing breather. Luckily, everyone was either too distracted or drunk to care, and that was just fine with her.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Bill slid beside her, his hand brushing against her arm, in a poor attempt to seem like an accident.

"He's here. Somewhere. I'm going to him right now, as a matter of fact." she stated flatly, stepping away from him as she scanned the crowd for BJ's grimy face, which was actually hard to find in a whole building full of dead people. "Where are you?" she mumbled under her breath, getting more unsettled by the minute. She glanced over her shoulder, noting that Bill was trailing her.

"C'mon, Bessy! Give me a chance, beautiful! I won't tell him." he relentlessly tried to hook up with her, causing her to roll her eyes in disgust. God, he was repulsive.

"I will, if you don't stop!" Lydia turned around, pointing her finger in his face. "I'm not interested! I told you!"

It was at that moment, that he stepped forward, attempting to coerce her again like the slimeball he was, only for her to back up and bump into someone.

"What did you tell him?" BJ's gravelly voice growled from behind her.

"Ah! Thank god your here!" Lydia sighed, grabbing BJ by the arm defensively, while pointing to Bill. "He won't shut up and take NO for an answer!" she blurted out, as Trixy clacked up, eyes wide and furious.

"Bill, why were you following Bessy? You got somethin' to say to me?" Trixy seethed, looking like she'd bite his face off, before giving the same glare to her. "What the fuck were you doin' around Bill? You flirt with him or something?"

"Hell, no! I wouldn't touch him if his junk was made of gold!" Lydia fumed, feeling sick and tired of literally everyone's shit that night.

"No. It was her, Baby!" Bill lied through his gross lips.

"Alright, enough of this shit!" Beetle stepped up, shoving Bill back. "You leave Bessy alone. You take one more look in her direction and I'll smash that fuckin' porn stache off yer face!"

"Fuck off!" Trixy yelled, apparently misdirecting her Bill anger into Beetlejuice anger, as she shoved him in retaliation.

"Stop, Trixy! It was Bill's fault!" Lydia yelled at her, while Bill stepped forward and glared at Beetle.

Beetle stepped aside for a split second, yanking Lydia along with him. He bent down to eye level. "What did that fucker do?"

"Uh, he just wouldn't stop. I told him I didn't want anything to do with him. He started following me. He's a weird guy, BJ." she spoke low, as his face twisted in pure, seething anger.

"Alright, fuckers! Enough small talk!" Beetle whipped around, grabbing Bill by the throat, followed by Bill taking a swing, and on and on, until Beetle was literally in the floor, pounding him in the face.

"STOP, JUICE!" Trixy yelled, kicking him with her pink, sparkly stiletto.

It was at that moment, that Lydia was watching in awe of her frenemy beating the bloody hell out of Bill, that Trixy ran up to her and yanked her over to the side. "You don't know what you're getting into, sweet cheeks. He was screwin' one of my girl's tonight! That's where I caught him!" she rasped in Lydia's ear, more than likely hoping to screw BJ over with her confession of his "infidelity". No problem, Lydia mentally shrugged. It was none of her business who Beetle was with. "AND he's still in love with a breather girl I know about! Name's Lydia. I heard him callin' out her name while he was cheatin' on you! Happened to me before too, dearie. Been there, done that. Did he tell ya all that shit before you decided you had those little feelings for his ass?" Trixy finished, venom thick and hot in her voice, as bouncers began to gather around Beetle and Bill, only for BJ to juice them all into the walls. Suddenly, the sound of a thousand rattlesnakes filled the club.

Lydia's face fell slack upon hearing those words. What? Was this some kind of sick joke? She stood, her expression blank, as everyone around her fell to the ground, becoming wrapped in a gigantic, black and white serpent's grasp.

She felt astounded, watching Beetlejuice scramble to his feet, turning to her with a feral expression on his features. "Relationships, amirite?" he shrugged, rubbing his jaw.

Lydia swallowed hard. "Oh boy."